Sometime ago a friend was making a trip to the US, and we got talking about National Parks and I was reminded of my impromptu trip to Montana in late Spring many years ago. I dug up what I had scribbled on the back of a newspaper bag and some picture memories from long ago.

Crazy work schedules melting into ancient slippery glaciers, wind-swept prairies, old-growth forests…a landscape that continues to inspire people the world over. It was the perfect retreat I could have hoped for; a way to pace myself in my ever-crazy, ever-changing, indefinite world. Sadly enough, I had only a day and a half to soak in the hues and tones of a place where the spirits of the world are still supposed to be alive and kicking.